Friday, March 14, 2008

It's about Time

Not - "It's about time you turned up to blog," or "It's about time you carried out the trash," etc. It's about that mysterious element that runs our lives. TIME. I am late blogging to-day. It's 2.28 pm in Victoria. I've been on the go since I got up at seven this morning. I have nearly run out of time!

Dumb me wakened in the night and decided to write about Time. I thought and thought about all the phrases we use about Time. I'm behind time. I've lost time. Time to move on. "A time to reap and a time to sow..." Timely. Time is of the essence. Time out of mind. Take time. He/she gave me a bad time. There are lots more but I went back to sleep.

Our lives are fragmented into seconds, minutes and hours. "Keep track of time, Anita, or you'll be late for the ballet." Yes, I'm going to Ballet Jazz with a friend this evening. Much to do before I leave the house. I'm a timely person. If I'm to pick you up at a certain time I'll be parked out on the street five minutes before the agreed upon time. But my friend, Helen, with whom I'm going to the ballet is the most untimely person in the world. She'll come running up to the car. "Sorry, I'm late. I got caught on a phone call and lost track of time." I love her dearly and put up with this flaw in her character.

To end this jumble of timely things, I'll quote a few lines from Andrew Marvell's poem, To His Coy Mistress. "Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way, To walk and pass our long love's day..." The poem is so seductive. Here are a few lines. "But at my back I always hear, Time's winged chariot hurrying near;And yonder all before us lie, Deserts of vast eternity..." So he coaxes her into making love and what better way to use time. It's a gorgeous poem.

Not to lose out on promoting my time travel, Ring Around The Moon, releasing on April 8, here's the cover for you to gaze upon.

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I have run out of blogging time and must leave you now. Enjoy the week-end. I hope the sun shines where you are.



Cindy Spencer Pape said...

And time is what there is never enough of. Great subject Anita. Enjoy the ballet!

Sandra Cox said...

We never seem to have enough of it, do we?